Song Jiaojiao looked at Li Fengjuan's false expression, and her beautiful eyes couldn't help but narrow.

"Okay, don't you want me to sing? Yes!" Song Jiaojiao stood up suddenly.

Li Fengjuan lowered her head, and she couldn't hide the smugness in her eyes. She just can't get used to Song Jiaojiao, as long as Song Jiaojiao is not happy, she will be happy.

Li Fengjuan lowered her head and didn't notice that Song Jiaojiao glanced at her meaningfully.

During the chorus, Li Fengjuan wanted Song Jiaojiao to stand in the middle and make a fool of herself, she had heard Song Jiaojiao sing before, which was incomplete, which was simply picky.

When all the boys in the class heard Song Jiaojiao's singing, she didn't believe that those people still thought she was so beautiful.

0 Song Jiaojiao nodded indifferently.

Walking in the middle, Li Fengjuan proposed to sing pink memories.

Not to mention that Li Fengjuan sang a few words, her voice was soft and quite good, and a few boys took the lead in applauding.

Li Fengjuan's face turned red with shame.

Pretended, "Oh, you're all right, don't praise people like that, they'll be shy."

"Li Fengjuan, don't be shy, you sing so well, everyone is complimenting you." There were boys who made a fuss.

Li Fengjuan couldn't help but blush when she looked at the other party's handsome appearance.

Song Jiaojiao suddenly said, "Since Li Fengjuan sings so well, let Li Fengjuan sing the lead singer, and I'll just accompany the music."

Li Fengjuan was startled, looked at Song Jiaojiao with an expressionless face, and couldn't help but say proudly in her heart, "How can that work."

"Don't pretend, if you don't sing, the instructor will leave!"

Song Jiaojiao directly gave her a white eyeball.

Li Fengjuan was very unhappy by Song Jiaojiao's scolding, but when she heard her say that she was accompanied, she couldn't help but be happy.

Li Fengjuan is very happy to make Song Jiaojiao voluntarily feel that she can't be a foil for herself, and she won't let Song Jiaojiao stand on the main seat.

Li Fengjuan arranged all the female classmates, stood on the main seat by herself, and Song Jiaojiao also came back from the dormitory with an erhu in her hand, isn't it an erhu?

Li Fengjuan: ...?

Students: ?

"Can you start?" Song Jiaojiao sat down on the grass heroically,

Song Jiaojiao didn't wait for them to react, and as soon as the music sounded, Li Fengjuan didn't have time to think about it.

She's the lead singer, and she's going to be the first to speak, "I..."

Directly broke the sound.

Song Jiaojiao paused, looked at Li Fengjuan dissatisfied, and said, "Li Fengjuan, can you sing well?"

The instructor was also pulled over by the boys at this time, and the teenagers sitting in front of him formed a circle, Li Fengjuan was scolded by Song Jiaojiao, and her angry face was distorted.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm coming."

Song Jiaojiao immediately pulled it up again, and the sound of the erhu solo is completely different from the one she likes to use on the violin and piano now.

Li Fengjuan couldn't find a tune, and the eyes of those boys slowly turned from admiration to confusion and disdain.

Li Fengjuan was wrong again, and Song Jiaojiao took the trouble to continue to start again.

Li Fengjuan didn't find a tune again, and yelled at Song Jiaojiao angrily: "Your erhu is so ugly, it's not right at all, I didn't play well, you don't have to play with it."

"You mean that the erhu has affected your performance?" Song Jiaojiao glanced at her with contempt in her eyes.

Li Fengjuan felt as if she was insulted, and jumped to her feet in an instant, and said, "That's for sure, if you were learning violin, I definitely wouldn't be like this."

"It's your own singing that is ugly, the erhu is a musical instrument that has been inherited by the Chinese nation for thousands of years, and if you say that my erhu is ugly, it is your incompetence." After Song Jiaojiao finished speaking, Li Fengjuan was annoyed.

Song Jiaojiao didn't care if he was annoyed or not, and moved directly.

The music flowed out from under Song Jiaojiao's slender fingertips, and a majestic piece of music suddenly resounded in everyone's ears.

The fighters were embattled, taking up arms to protect their homes, and the wives wept and finally let go.

Everyone had almost no power to fight back under absolute force, but they still picked up big knives and slashed at the enemy, and some soldiers directly exchanged their lives for lives to protect their homes and protect their families behind them.

Gradually, the sound of Jingo slowly stopped, and the warriors fell to the ground one by one.

The enemy stepped on their corpses and marched towards the defense of their homes, and the elderly, women, and children were all brutally killed, wailing everywhere, like hell on earth.

From the time Song Jiaojiao's erhu was pulled up, the scene was quiet, and many people were infected and their eyes were red.

Everyone was immersed in the grief of the ruin of the country and the death of the family, and some girls hugged their heads and cried.

The instructor's swarthy face was still dark, but tears could still be seen in his eyes in the sun.

At this time, Song Jiaojiao's tune suddenly changed, and a group of heroic soldiers suddenly appeared, raising their knives one by one.

Killing the enemy, slowly the enemy retreated, began to surrender, and everyone ushered in victory.

This joyful feeling infected everyone, and Song Jiaojiao's always sad expression was also relieved, from the anger at the beginning to the weakness of the country.

Later, he had the courage to resist and rebuild his homeland.

When Song Jiaojiao stopped, she was startled when she saw the people around her crying and laughing.

The instructor also came out of that feeling and saluted Song Jiaojiao with a standard military salute.

"Thank you, you made me feel the kind of feelings that my father had."

The instructor's grandfather died when he was fighting against the Japanese invaders, and every time his father talked about his grandfather, he had a sad look so sad that he had nothing to say.

He never understood it, but today he heard the truth in a small erhu.

No wonder, my father's expression was like that at that time, despite desperate resistance, he still didn't protect his homeland.

Fortunately, the people who came behind inherited their last wishes, which made people sad and powerless, and at the same time hated but ushered in new hope.

The homes built by the fathers with their lives have given them a good life today.

The eyes of many students looking at Song Jiaojiao have also become different.

Deep and inspired by a lot, their days today are all exchanged for the blood of their parents and grandparents, and the country is still running desperately forward.

I finally got into the university of my dreams, and in order to live up to my parents and myself, I should study hard.

Facing the instructor's gratitude to herself, Song Jiaojiao just nodded, her erhu was compiled by Old Man Xie.

From Grandpa Xie's memories, Song Jiaojiao clearly knew the original scene, because she was backward than others, she could only be beaten constantly, which was the pain in Mr. Xie's heart, and it was also a pain that all Chinese people could not forget.

In just one afternoon, the whole school knew that there was a girl in the Chinese philosophy department who made dozens of people present cry with an erhu song, and I heard that there were instructors who specially wanted to listen to it. Z.br>

Song Jiaojiao did not refuse, and when all the instructors were packed up at the gate of the campus in the afternoon, Song Jiaojiao was tearful again.

And there were also people all around, almost all of them went back crying, and then the whole school set off a wave of desperate learning.

Even the teachers and professors know the name Song Jiaojiao.

Song Jiaojiao has made such a big limelight, but she is still low-key.

Many people took advantage of their free time to come to the Chinese Department class, but now at this time there is no skipping class, every time the classroom is full of people, some people want to ask who Song Jiaojiao is.

I didn't know anyone else, and when I asked, I found out that I was also skipping class.

However, the literature department has always been easily disliked, because they can only play their role by the pen, which is irrelevant in the eyes of some doers.

The biggest role is to write, publish and publish articles.

Far worse than the scientists who studied it.

But now this situation makes people really wonder if the charm of the original text is really that great?

Song Jiaojiao appeared

I also think that the charm of words is really great, when I haven't been in contact with it before, she has been following Ming Jing, watching her busy in the laboratory, and I also find it interesting, but after a long time, I feel that it is too boring.

A simple experiment often has to be done thousands of times to ensure its correctness.

Song Jiaojiao always thought that she was only interested in making money, in order not to lose Xie Bihe and Mingjing's faces, Song Jiaojiao deliberately hugged the Department of Literature, just to let others mention that she was not full of copper smell.

Now Song Jiaojiao is really interested in philosophy, and there are things that seem to be really mysterious and mysterious, and they are very interesting.

Song Jiaojiao studied hard here, Zhang Yuanyuan also raised a pot of shallots on the balcony, Song Jiaojiao once accidentally saw it and asked, "Why did you suddenly raise vegetables?" Do you still want to cook in your dorm?"

"What! This is my homework at the end of the month, and whoever dares to move me will punch her to death."

Zhang Yuanyuan clenched his fists, Song Jiaojiao looked back, and sure enough, Zhu Keke was cleaning up her homework.

"How's your English preparation going?" Song Jiaojiao asked casually.

Zhu Keke grabbed his hair, sighed and said, "The written test is okay, but the reading is not good in this aspect, and the pronunciation is not standard."

"Take your time, there's still a month." just asked on her face, Song Jiaojiao turned her head and continued to study hard.

Zhu Keke looked at Song Jiaojiao's back, her eyes flashed, and she turned her head and continued to correct her pronunciation.

"Have you heard? The library is full now, and the doorway is full of people." Shi Yi and Li Jingjing came in from the outside together.

The two of them were holding books in their arms, and they could see that they had just come out of the library.

"Ah, I haven't finished my seed planting book yet, and I'm going to have to wait in line for a long time." Zhang Yuanyuan wailed.

Zhu Keke sneered unceremoniously.

Zhang Yuanyuan glared angrily, and Zhu Keke was not timid, and glared back directly.

Beihua is worthy of being the best university, no matter what your daily life is and what your personality is, now everyone is working hard for the exam at the end of the month.

Because they know that this is an opportunity that many people can't get.

Song Jiaojiao also began to work hard, the library in the classroom, the dormitory and even the stairs were good places for them to study.

Song Jiaojiao didn't forget to hold the book when she saw Li Fengjuan eating.